Geneva. 3:03 A.M.The world was holding its breath. The countdown on the wall blinked with terrifying precision: 4 minutes.Voss stared at the shattered pod. His own face, twisted and broken, stared back at him in the fragments of glass. His heart raced. It was as if reality itself was crumbling around him—like the world was starting to come apart at the seams.“Malik,” Voss said, his voice tight. “What happens when the loop fails?” Malik’s eyes were wide with fear. She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she turned toward the monitors, watching as the lines of code began to distort and glitch. Reality itself was starting to glitch.“It means everything collapses,” she said, voice trembling. “All timelines. All possibilities. The real world... every version of it... every version of us... will cease to exist.”Voss’s mind spun, trying to process the enormity of what she said. “I can’t... I can’t fix this. I can’t... rewind it.”“No one can,” Malik said, stepping closer. “But you are t

Geneva. 3:40 A.M.The air in the facility felt charged, as if the very atmosphere was on the brink of collapse. Voss stood in front of the central core, his fingers still tightly gripping the glass sphere. Every pulse from the object seemed to vibrate through his bones, a constant reminder of the chaos he had unleashed.Malik stood beside him, her face pale and tense. She had been his constant, his guide through the madness of the last few days, but now… now even she seemed uncertain.“Voss,” she said quietly, “you have to destroy it. We can’t rebuild the world with that thing still in your hands.”Voss’s eyes locked on the sphere. It hummed with power, as though it had a will of its own. His heart thudded in his chest, and for a moment, he questioned everything he’d done. Every choice. Every sacrifice. Was he truly the one who could fix this?Or was he the cause of it all? “I can’t…” His voice faltered. “This is me. This is my existence.”Malik’s gaze softened. “It doesn’t have to be

Geneva. 8:30 A.M.The world outside was quiet, deceptively so. The storm had passed, the sky was clear, and the winds were calm. But inside, a quiet tension hung in the air. Despite everything, despite the sense of renewal, Voss couldn’t shake the feeling that the past hadn’t fully let him go.He sat in the makeshift command center, staring at the empty screens. They were supposed to be destroyed. The system was meant to reset. But there were still traces of something—something—beneath the surface."Malik, there’s a problem,” Voss muttered, his fingers tapping on the table.Malik looked up from the nearby console, her face unreadable. “What do you mean?”Voss turned to face her, his eyes filled with a quiet, almost unspoken fear. "It’s... it's too quiet. No new data. No new patterns. No signs of life. It feels wrong."Malik frowned and approached, glancing at the screens that remained blank. The facility should have been buzzing with activity—information streaming in, the rebuilding p

Geneva. 10:45 A.M.The room was suffocating in its silence. The shadowy figure that had appeared in the doorway moved forward, its form shifting, as if made of the very darkness around them. Every step it took seemed to distort the air, the temperature plummeting even further.Voss could feel the weight of its presence pressing down on him, a suffocating reminder of his own darkest fears."Voss…" the figure spoke again, its voice a grotesque mimicry of his own. "You’ve run for long enough. But there’s no escape from yourself."Malik’s hand tightened around her weapon, but she made no move to attack. Her eyes flicked between Voss and the figure, trying to discern any hint of weakness in the creature’s form. But it was too perfect, too wrong. It was like looking into a broken mirror Voss, but warped, twisted."Who… what are you?" Voss asked, his voice strained.The figure smiled, and for a moment, it was like looking at a ghost of his own past. But the smile was wrong—too wide, too male

Geneva. 12:30 P.M.The room was still, an eerie calm following the chaos that had just transpired. The darkened space now felt oddly empty, devoid of the oppressive presence that had haunted them. Yet, Voss could still feel the weight of the battle pressing on his chest, the invisible tension hanging in the air.He stood at the center of the room, his fists clenched at his sides, his gaze fixed on the shattered reflection that had once taunted him. Now, there was only silence. No more voices, no more dark whispers.Malik was beside him, her eyes scanning the room with caution, but the danger seemed to have dissipated. For now.“You did it,” she said, her voice soft but laden with respect. “You faced it.”Voss nodded, but his thoughts were far from clear. The battle may have ended, but the aftermath was far from simple. “I faced something, but I don’t know if it was everything,” he replied, his voice distant. “I don’t know what comes next. What’s left after you’ve torn yourself apart?”